Judge — April 24, 1926 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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'HEF=-“and remem- ber, the service of a Maillard dinner must be in keeping with the quality of Maillard food.” DINNER Table d’Hote A la Carte LUNCHEON TEA CONFECTIONS . NEW YORK Madison Avenue at 47th Street CHICAGO at Jackson Michigan Boulevard Buoyant, steady and graceful ‘Tuene’s a joyousness—a sense of absolute freedom about canoeing that comes with no other sport. ‘‘What shall we do this sum- mer?” is uppermost in the minds of thou- sands. Why not let an “Old Town Canoe” help answer the question for you? You'll be mighty proud of your “Old Town.” These canoes are patterned after actual Indian models. Graceful, sleek and fast, “Old Town Canoes” win the admiration of all who see them, Remarkably low in price too. $64 up, From dealer or factory. The 1926 catalog is beautifully illustrated with all models in full colors. Write for your free copy today. Orp Town Canoe Co., 1615 Fourth St., Old Town, Maine. ‘Ola Town Canoes” a prominent thoroughfare. Why We Have Lamb Chops in the Parlor Window HE front of our house looks like a butcher shop. Six loin lamb chops are draped in a very attractive pattern over the top of the window. It happened this way. My wife took one of those“‘How to remember” courses just before we moved into this new place. She asked me to please bring home some material for the new curtains one morning. I told her I never would remember what kind and color she wanted and she said she’d see that I did. She said, “I want green woolen ones for winter. All you have to remember Think of something green, a billiard table, or an immigrant, or the two dollars the goods will cost or lambs gamboling on the green. There, that’s a good thing to think of. Think of lambs gamboling on the green. “Now you've got the lambs gambol- ing on the green, think of something with wool on it, like a little boy scratching himself, or the way pro- ionists pull the wool over our eyes, or lambs. That’s an idea. We get wou from lambs, except some which grows on cotton bushes down South and is made into two pants suits. Just think of woolly little lambs gamboling over the green with their wool waving behind them and you'll remember to bring me two yards of green wool.” “But how will I remember how much to bring,” I asked. “Well,” she thought for a minute, “T want twoyards, that’s twenty-four is wares openly on feet. Think of six lambs, each with four feet gamboling over the green with their wool waving behind them.” “Where do I get this material?” I asked. “At that little store next to the butcher shop,” my wife replied. “You can remember that by thinking of six lambs, each with six feet gambol- ing over the green, with their wool waving behind them, on the way to the butcher shop. Now don’t for- get.” On the way home all I could remember was gamboling and green, both of which I'd attended to on the train and six lambs on the way to the butcher shop. So I stopped and told the butcher I wanted six lambs. He gave me lamb chops and I took them home. Ow “Would you die for me?” “Not until after May 8. I want to see the Saturday Evening Post Num- ber of JupcE first. comicbooks.com